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Angel Falls part 6

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Falling through darkness.

Jane Smith tried to keep her wits about her as she tumbled through the energy vortex. All around her was a sound like running water, filling her ears with an almost intolerable flood of noise. There was no light and it was incredibly cold, like the vacuum of space. On and on she fell, seemingly without an end. Doubt began to creep into her racing mind that perhaps the invaders had tricked her. Her chest was growing tight as she realized that she was unable to draw any breath. No oxygen. Her eyes bulged as her gloved hands shot up to her throat. Panic overtook the doubt. Was this how it would end? Duped by an alien race, her father's death...her world's death unavenged. The amazonian woman twisted and turned over several times as she began to feel consciousness fading from her. Hands that had desperately clawed at her windpipe slumped and dropped down to her sides. Her entire body felt heavy as it fell onwards through the void. She tried her best to shake it off.

Her eyes closed.

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July 14th, 2009
Angel Falls, USA



The pleasure cruise MS Majestic had been pulling away from Angel Falls, headed for the warm waters of the Caribbean with over 2,000 pleasure seekers. The great ship was equipped with a spa, fitness center, casino, cinema, bowling alley, tennis court, video arcade and even a library. The evening sky that had once been clear and perfect had rapidly given way to darkening clouds and threatening weather. A storm was building overhead and it was a large one by the looks of it. Flashes of lightning from far above were given voice by the claps of thunders a split-second later. The winds picked up and began to stir the mighty vessel like a toy ship on the roughening waters. The ship declared an emergency when it lost power and communications after a 30-foot wave washed over the deck and took out windows on the bridge in the building 55 mph winds. Electrical panels were doused, wrecking havoc on the propulsion system. Speed was reduced and an SOS was then sent. The captain would later state that in nearly 160 trips, he had never seen such weather. It was as if the heavens themselves were angry, forming a great cyclone overhead. Several passengers would go on to say that it very much resembled the one several weeks ago that formed over downtown Angel Falls.

The freak storm had now raged into a vortex like funnel, black in the center with electricity criss-crossing through-out. There was a great booming sound that shook the skies and something emerged from the center of the funnel like it was shot out of a great cannon. No one had time to react. Jane Smith's semi-conscious form punched through the cruise ship like it was made of paper. Her impervious form ripped through decks and bulkheads at super-sonic speeds before finally plunging her out the bottom and into the chilling waters of the Atlantic. The tremendous waves did the rest of the work, slamming into the crippled Majestic ripping it in half. The titanic ship began to founder in a matter of minutes, breaking apart even as the skies began to calm and seas began to return to normal.

Jane drifted downwards along with the debris. The sounds of metal shearing and the screams of the survivors lucky enough to have been above deck and away from the impact were muted and subdued down under the waves. As the woman known as American Hero continued her unconscious descent downwards she was suddenly jolted back to reality. Her faux blue eyes flashed out and she took in a deep breath, unaware of her surroundings. Choking back salt water Smith urged her battered and bruised body upwards towards the surface. She was dumb-struck as to where she was or how she had gotten there. All of her surroundings were meaningless as she fought her way to life-giving air. Already Smith could feel her body trying to drift into unconsciousness again, sealing her fate this far under the ocean. Jane swam as hard as she could, pushing all of her super-human strength into the effort.

Her face broke the waterline and Jane took in an incredible gulp of air. She did this several more times, looking like a fish on dry land, her eyes pressed tightly closed. Sounds came to her first. The sounds of the survivors screaming for help and crying out fro loved ones. The rumblings of the ship as it slowly sank below the waves, broken completely in two. Jane finally opened her eyes into a vision from hell. All around her people were treading water...hundreds of them. Some of them clung to pieces of wreckage...some of them were obviously already gone, bobbing face down in the water like broken toys. They spoke English...or the majority of them did. It looked as if she had struck a mighty ship of some kind...it didn't seem like a military vessel. More like a recreational cruise ship. There was no hope for it. The ship was already gone. American Hero looked around in a circle.

A metropolis the likes of which she had never seen was several miles away but eve from her vantage point it was like nothing she had ever seen before. It made New York look small...and it was all lit up like a beacon on the horizon. The buildings were massive and stood like great fingers pointed upwards to the heavens. She was in America, there could be no question about it. The people spoke English and the city was majestic and beautiful, not cold and monolithic like the kind the Soviets enjoyed. That was a bastion of Capitalism if she ever saw one and it made her heart leap in her chest. Perhaps America in this dimension was the world power. Maybe here they, the chosen people of God, made the rules as a global super-power. The size and scale of the ship that she had just accidentally destroyed only enforced this idea in her mind. She had to go and see for herself. Her hands flew down to her anti-gravity harness. It was still there and seemed intact.

As she prepared to activate it a man was making his way over to her. He was wearing what appeared to be a casual business suit, missing the jacket. He swam erratically, like it was something he wasn't used to. He was portly and about middle-aged by the look of his hairline. His face was stained with blood from a wound he sustained to his temple, though it didn't look to be too serious. He gesticulated at her as she watched him draw closer.

"Hey!" You...you've got a mask on! You're a super-heroine...right? You're here to save us!" he sputtered, "Please help us! My wife...I can't find my wife..."

"What is that city over there?" Jane said pointing in the direction of the metropolis.

The man looked genuinely confused. "That? You mean Angel Falls? You're not from Angel Falls?"

"Angel Falls." Smith said out loud, "Is it an American city?"

The man nodded. "Of course it is? Were you on board too? Did you hit your head honey? Please tell me you're a Meta and not just someone in a get-up!"

"I...tell me have you seen a woman with special powers who wears the symbol of the hammer and the sickle on her chest. Black haired, large muscles?"

"Wha?"

Jane's eyes bored into his his with an intensity.

Once again the man nodded. "Yes, the Soviet Superwoman. Just...just showed up in the news a few weeks ago. Please Miss...my wife..."

The American Hero had turned her gaze back towards the city. Several helicopters were rapidly approaching. She could hear their rotors and see the spotlights shining on the darkening waters. Olga was here, somewhere in this world. If the news had found her already then she herself couldn't risk being exposed just yet. There had to be time to acclimate and prepare her revenge. Too many unknown factors about this dimension and it's people. Rescuing all these civilians could bring unwanted media attention and that was something she simply could not chance. Jane thought for a few seconds more before making her choice. She nodded and motioned the man over with her gloved hand. His eyes lit up and he swam over ungainly, sputtering his thanks. As he reached her she wrapped her powerful right arm around him as he took hold of her waist.

"I didn't catch your name, Miss?" he said wiping the blood out of his eyes again.

"I didn't say." Jane replied coldly before snapping his neck in a single swift motion.

She released him and the man's still form began to sink below the waves. A momentary pang of guilt hit her but was quickly washed away. Casualties happened in war and she was most certainly at war. Glancing around Jane's deed had gone unnoticed. Everyone else who was alive was frantically gesticulating and motioning towards the direction of the coast guard. Good. Her hands went back to her anti-gravity belt and she depressed the activation button. The belt hummed to life and she began to rise quietly up out of the water. Without a second glance she took off across the surface of the water in the opposite direction of her would-be rescuers. Circling back around after she had put enough distance between them, Jane Smith rocketed across the top of water back towards Angel Falls.

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As the people far above were being air-lifted to safety, the great wreck of the MS Majestic came to rest on the ocean floor in two seperate pieces. It collided hard with the bottom, disturbing the seabed and emersing everything in a billowing cloud of silt. It also disturbed something else. The ancient creature stirred for perhaps the first time in centuries as the section of ship collapsed onto it's side nearby and shuddered to a stop. Slowly it opened it eyes, cold and black like a sharks, roused violently from it's sleep. Like an uncoiling serpent it began to rise out of it's place of once ultimate silence on the bottom of the ocean. Now it was very much awake and filled with an uncontrollable, ravenous hunger...

The ocean roared as the sky turned black.

To be continued...

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This incredible image you see before you is the work of one of the most talented artists I know, :iconbakart:! Once again his pictures tell a thousand words.

None of this would be possible without my good friend :iconandrewr255: who champions the Soviet-Superwoman cause with his support and ideas. Thank you so much my friend! :hug:

Soviet Superwoman, American Hero and the story are all my own creations and property.

This takes place of course in :iconangel-fallsda:
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mattjohn1992's avatar

Great Job, Nice, Hi